Tickling & Tangling Pleasure Centers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mustering up piquant desires of an interior passion
through an intellectual environment of music, letting
hair down, letting loose.

Feeling freedom of sensuality keeping time with beating
of the drum, riding around in and through music, inclined
towards beauty of love and passion flowing in this being.

Tempting and captivating every fiber and sense within this
poet's entire being all through the night, reaching fever
pitch, going deeper into music and it's rhythms.

Enjoying every moment as it tickles and tangles each neuron
and synapse all hours of the night, touching pleasure centers
of delight the whole time.